Wandering Cynthia

[Fallen]

"La de da~."

Cynthia sung to herself, her small figure gliding past pedestrians as they go about their day. Her eyes stayed alert, but a smile rested on her face. Her wings stayed tucked downward, as an attempt to keep them out of other's way - there's been times she's accidentally wacked someone in the leg with them. Her eyes caught someone in the distance, as they reminded her of someone, but the thought quickly vanished and she continued on her way.

[Noella]

Malina had been out stretching her legs in her house cat form when she noticed a familiar face coming down the street. She mowed as she approached the faerie. Then she shifted into her elven form, white, long wavy hair and black boots, skin tight Jean's and a red spaghetti strap tank top. "Cynthia! What brings you all this way?" She hadn't seen her friend in a while.